Page 134 of Prized Possession

“This is the sitting room that connects with our parlour room.”

“So, what’s behind this door?” he asks again.

“My family. It’s where we’re all having drinks.”

He reaches up to cup my cheek, swiping his thumb under my eyes to wipe away the tears. It’s an incredibly soft gesture, given how stern and dangerous he looks, his eyes almost black.

I can feel his barely restrained anger making his body vibrate, yet he touches me so gently.

“Don’t cry, love. They’re not worth your tears,” he tells me, before pressing his lips against my cheek.

“I hate him.” I try to fill the words with my hatred, but they come out like a sob.

“I know, so do I,” he says, as he continues to pepper little kisses over my cheek, across my jaw, and down my neck.

Making sure to suck on the sweet spot over my pulse, he then moves down to my collarbone, his kisses light as a feather.

My body heats up quickly, my stomach fluttering with each kiss, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Will you help me forget about them?”

He pulls back just far enough to make eye contact, and the way he stares at me makes me feel like he’s trying to see into my soul.

“If we do this, we don’t have time to be slow or gentle.”

I nod my head rapidly. “I don’t want that. I want you to show me how much you hate him.”

His smile turns deadly as he attacks my lips with his, kissing me with fierce passion as he pulls off my shirt. He releases my lips just long enough to pull my vest and bra off, and then he’s back on me.

He drags his lips over my neck, down to my breasts, while he reaches down and pops the button on my jeans, pulling the zipper down at the same time. As he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, grazing over it with his teeth, he pulls my jeans down to my ankles, and I quickly kick them off.

The more he pulls and bites my nipples, the harder it is for me to remain quiet. The rapid onslaught of sensations floods my senses, and I can’t stop myself from moaning.

Marcus quickly spins me around, gently pushing me against the door until my tits and cheek are squashed into the wood.

“You need to be quiet, Mio. If you keep making noises, they’ll know what I’m doing to you,” he whispers into my ear, as one hand massages my arse cheek, while the other tugs at my peaked nipple.

“Can we… Can we go to the other side of the room?” I ask frantically as he presses against my lower back, forcing me to arch my back.

Once I do, my pussy is on display for him, and the cool air hitting my heated flesh sends goosebumps over my skin.

Marcus rocks his denim-covered cock against my exposed pussy as he leans over my back, his clothes feeling rough against my smooth skin. He grabs my ear lobe between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth.

“Not a chance, slut. I’m going to fuck you against this door, and you’re going to be a good little whore and make sure we don’t get caught.”

“But what if they hear us,” I gasp, my voice getting higher as panic sets in.

“You better make sure they don’t.”

As soon as he says the words, he presses two of his fingers into my pussy.

I wasn’t expecting the sudden intrusion, and I gasp loudly, before quickly moving one of my hands to cover my mouth. After all those sweet little kisses, and the thought of us being caught, I’m more than ready for him.

“You’re so wet already, slut. Is it all for me?” he growls, rubbing his thumb against my clit as he quickly thrusts his fingers in deeper.

His movements are fast and deep, hitting just the right places, and my head is spinning. I’m aware he just asked me a question, but my brain is too distracted to formulate a reply.

Marcus slaps my arse cheek, hard, causing me to yelp into my hand. Where he hit me stings, but I’m surprised by how much I liked adding that little bit of pain into my pleasure.

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